Stay, stay here and listen to the way, The wind is blowing Lay before the fire, then betray Your secret passion play You must remain all thoughts free You won t believe your senses' spree Pray, your tribute to the unknown god pay He's grace retain Day, by day we're killing us away A slow decay You're still the same, you've no gain You need release for once again Ask me Ask me Spectator of your uncolored vanity Touch me Feel me Am I real? (Or) Was I born from your insanity?